[center][h1][b][color=0076a3]Qullqiya[/color][/b][/h1] Goddess of the Supernatural (Darkness) 5MP - 5Dp[/center] [hr] Qulqiya was still in one of her random journeys when she felt "it". The feeling was dreadful and it came suddenly, the goddess was too focused on one of her side projects when she was blasted by it, barely a time to think, a truly dreadful affair. By the time she was done grunting in surprise, it was too late, though she suspected it had been too late for much longer than that. Still, she tried one last attempt, she wasn't going to give up, impossibilities made her stronger, right? One last try, with the Diamond Cutter's shining blade, she attempted to free herself, instead, the blade simply fell away, barely making a noise as it fell on the grass, being lost without a noise much like its owner. [...] Darkness, endless darkness, what was this? Why was this? How did it end this way? Why was she suffering such a fate? Was it personal? No... it couldn't be, she felt its presence all over galbar, the truth was simple, in her game of gods she forgot to account for one of the most important pieces. The lifeblood. Never having struggled to it for her right of birth had given her a warped viewpoint. [color=0076a3]"If I knew it would be like this I would have planned things out better! I would have done more, prepared myself properly for this mess!"[/color] she said in a controlled but only barely tone, her rage starting to seep through her facade of confidence and carelessness. She sighed and stared at the void. [color=0076a3]"Now what?"[/color] The void, nonexistent as it was, gave her the wordless answer: Nothing. Time passed and still: Nothing. It was getting on her nerves. Angrily, she had to loosen her tie, and it was then that she noticed it. "Wait." Her clothes, her very first act of creation, still existed, pristine and perfect as always, perhaps... perhaps she could do more? She had to try it. First, extending her hand, she conjured a handkerchief. It worked with extreme ease. Then she called for a piece of marble. Once again, it worked. A large boulder, larger still, let it spread as far as she can see, and let an ocean of grass grow on it, and a sky, yes a sky, perfect and shining, no, she preferred the night, but no moon, just the stars, and it didn't matter. [color=0076a3]"I can create... anything! I barely feel tired. This is something I could never do on Galbar!"[/color] Had she won? Now the world was truly hers. All of it, all of it was hers now! [...] And it sucked. There wasn't chaos if there wasn't an order to break. This wasn't right, this wasn't fun. There had to be someone else otherwise there was no point, it was lonely and it hurt her. To have no one to look at what she did and comment on it and question it and react... It was frustrating. Not that her world was a mess, on the contrary, it was awfully orderly. Under a starlit sky, endless fields of green spread all over, only broken by imposing and pristine towers of glass with geometrical designs and a sense of minimalism, it was a place of order. Much like one needs to build siege engines to take down what others built, she was an orderly tool meant to break the order of others, however, lacking the other factors, she was a meaningless thing, and an orderly one at that, her chaos was born from destroying the order of others. She groaned loudly, in a childish manner, rolling in an office chair at the very top of her towers. [color=0076a3]"Well, what now? What is there for me to do?"[/color] she had picked up studying Enmity's work from what she had observed before, but that was tiresome and she often needed a few years of rest between study sessions. As if on command, a report flew into the room and landed on her glass table, she blinked and looked it over. It was a status report on The Kuntur. Did that mean... She could still reach it. [color=0076a3]Of course! You can't get rid of us that easily, we gods have built whole systems, there are too many anchors on the other side and we were allowed to grow too adaptive, it's impossible to fully lock us out.[/color] Though it was still a massive headache, it was now possible for her to work at least a bit. Not all was lost... [hr] It was impossible not to see the Flitterling caravan arriving in town. The light of the fireflies, the buzzing of the crickets and the yells of the cicadas, the little carriages floating by some sort of spell. It was a sight for mortals to behold, it also meant great business opportunities, as these little creatures were able to bring all sorts of goods from all over the words. "Here here! Rare treats from all over the continent! This is your chance of a lifetime!" "Amber, Gemstones! Have it today! Crafted by the best termites of this era!" "We will clean any pests pestering your plantation, all we ask is a simple, Uhm, 10% of your harvest!" Pinu was not a human who wanted any of these. He sought something more, something far darker than what the brighter firefly lit bazaar could offer. No, he sought the dragonflies first, for his own protection. "Oh, the black market eh?" one of them said, smirking, carving some wood just for the sake of it. "Do I look like a Mosquito? Get lost..." the tiny 'woman' said to him. But he already expected that. "Well, sure, but I'd rather have someone trustworthy... who has an interest in proper payment." he flashed a small diamond to the dragonfly, her eyes growing. "Oh, now we are speaking the same language, a beautiful, blessed language," she smirked widely, pocketing the little gemstone. What uses they had for it was unknown to him, humans speculated they just liked the shine. "What is it that you need, sweetie?" "Orchid Mantis." The smile in the dragonfly's mouth turned into a cringing half-smile quite quickly. "You sure? Might not be worth it little human." "As if I have anything to lose." [...] The ambient was one oppressive and mysterious, somehow, it made the tiny figure in front of him look way more important than anyone he had ever seen. She was wearing an elaborate white and pink outfit that kept most of her 'humanoid' features hidden, well-placed candles did wonders for the light and aroma to aid in such feelings, and the fire itself was impressive for a human who didn't even know what candles were. "I... I come to you, to request your services. My life you see, it's empty, I am old now, forty winters, I have worked hard during all those years, I have married a woman and had a child yet... my life feels empty. Always so calculated, always so predictable, I hear the poets sing about love and I don't know what that is, I have never felt a warm type of anxiety, especially not at my long gone young age." Pinu said in his plea. The Orchid Mantis nodded slowly, rubbing her long white hair while pondering. "You desire the feeling of young love. I see..." she smiled. "That is an expensive thing." "Can't you like... take my memories of sunlit fields? Plenty of cave dealers..." The orchid mantis laughed at that in a very condescending way. "Oh no no... not at all. See... there is a quality over quantity issue here you might not be seeing. You could take all the wheat a man farmed through his life and it would still not be worth a crown, do you understand that?" she took a break to drink something platinum-colored and sparkly. "The same way, I require more than that. I want more than memories... I want a token of your discipline, of that emptiness and objective focused mindset you have, that will be worth something." "My... mindset? You can take that? Will I lose it forever?" "It will take a hit, but you may be able to recover..." she reached into a bag and took out a gleaming pink-red gemstone, it was hexagonal in shape and looked warm. "If you are a great man, you might be able to take this sweet, sweet thing for free," she smirked. "If not... there is a price." "All things have a price, young human." He took a deep breath. "... Fine. This will be our deal." The little flitterling smirked and jumped up, reaching into his forehead in a sudden jump. He gasped but could not move as a feeling of shock and confusion overtook him, the man unable to do anything but to stare as she extracted a token from his mind, jumping back. "Hmm~ You have a lot that is worthwhile in there, more than you'd think." she smiled, licking her lips gently as she seized the token. Memories of a good childhood, the first sight of his own child, a respectable aura, that man was indeed someone she could easily devour bit by bit. "I don't plan on coming back. I have what I needed." he looked down and picked the hexagonal pink gem, the Token holding the feelings of young love. His mind felt dizzy and he struggled to focus... could this be what he would have to deal with forever? Was it worth it? [...] As he left he squeezed gently the gemstone in his hand, his mind suddenly being filled with something entirely new. His body felt young again, full of energy, and he looked at someone far away, tingles traversed his body, he felt light, and all he could think about was about that vague person far away... "Oy!" the dragonfly that guided him suddenly kicked his head. "W-what?" Pinu questioned, startled, taken out of his trance. "Stop doing that in here. Not only are you being a nuisance... Can't you see you are losing yourself to it? Don't take it so directly, don't squeeze all the energy out of it at once! Put it like, under your pillow or something, so you can take it bit by bit! Else it will be gone in days and you will be a wreck." The human looked at her with suspicion at first and then nodded. "I... I will try." The dragonfly sighed "Geez! Why are humans all like that?" [hr] Atop a cliff in the Praire of Sol stood a Leon. The beast was unlike any other of its kind at the moment, they were aloof creatures who minded their own business, hunting only what they needed to feed themselves and their children and not paying mind to the simple, meaningless world beneath them. Especially not the human villages. Yet that one Leon did, it could sniff the unbelievable smells of the village, hear the sound of music, of talk, the squeaks of playing children, and see the faint glow of light from their firepits and torches. It was curious and it wanted to know what the world was like, won't merely spy on them but to be part of it and not stand out as her gigantic form would. It was an impossible wish, it was a Leon and those were Humans, nobody could change that... Yet, she kept in her heart those impossible prayers. Her body shone, all of the sudden, and the creature panicked, stepping back from the cliff and trying to escape, yet how could anyone escape light that enveloped their body? Or rather, an answer to her very prayer. Because she would feel her body starting to shift and feel light, the ground got closer and closer to her face before she looked up, confused, rubbing her head in annoyance. Wait... Rubbing? How? She slowly raised her hands and gasped. What she saw were not white-furred paws, but a pair of tan-skinned human hands. [hr] Deep in a jungle, a witch finally fell forward, striking the mud facefirst. She coughed as she sat up after her fall, how undignified of her. Why couldn't she be like the others? At the age of 80 she was already lucky enough to have survived so far, most witches she had met in that almost century weren't as lucky, having met their end by their own means or at the hands of others. Why couldn't she just sit down and wait for her end like most witches of advanced age? It was inevitable, the magic kept their bodies from aging normally but this didn't mean immortality. The mana when infused into their bodies did not always act the same, some of it wanted to stay still and join their muscles, bones, and skin, yet another bit of it wanted to run freely, in the veins along with the blood, circling in permanent movement. This paradox was more than what any mortal body could handle, even if infused with magic from birth. When it started to hurt them, most witches knew it was time to make peace with their passing, to meditate and go out in peace instead of torn apart by their own magic. But she didn't want to die, she didn't want to pass on, there was much she still wanted to do, and for that, she was willing to leave everything behind, even the tribe that saw her as their leader. "Please... some... ah?" her senses tingled, and soon, to accompany it, the chime of a bell-like noise as something approached her. A little woman in elaborate clothes, a faery, a Flutterling no less. "Ah! I have been searching for your kind over the last three years! Please tell me you are not a lone wander." "Hmm? No, I am a fairy from the local clan, do you seek our advice?" She questioned in a very condescending and disinterested voice, she hadn't really expected that the creature would speak, especially when it was crawling in the mud like that. The witch merely nodded "I am the apex of mystical knowledge of this region, I believe, I have met many and none could compare themselves to me... yet I wish for more, in particular, I seek answers about my own body." The fairy laughed, twirling in her elaborate dress. "Oh! The Apex? Is that what the apex of magic looks like for a mortal? Goodness! I hope you are a liar dear." she giggled mischievously. "But... Hmmm! I might actually be fine with helping you out. I am not mean you know? I really am not! I can take you to my court..." She lowered herself just a bit. "I just need you to a little uhm... test, a little test for me." she giggled again. "What is it? No matter what, intellect, strength, dexterity, I can do it." "I want you to accept the animal that you are. You will leave all your possessions behind and crawl towards our tree." she didn't care to hide her smirk, as if she would enjoy the witch's embarrassment and wavering will... "Fine," she answered dully. A test was a test, after all. [...] "Was it really necessary? We the Haetera Piera are better than this..." one of the fairies said. "Hey, I couldn't just let a mortal come in, furthermore, it was uh... a test to see if she was attuned with nature as us!" "Oh please, look at your fancy dress, you know that is flitterling talk. You are just a brat." "Yeah, you are incredibly mean. Either take a mortal here or don't! Torturing them only makes them mad at us." "She did not complain! She just accepted it the moment I proposed it, who was I to stop her." The witch looked up at the fairies in the secret grove, wondering if they were talking about ways to help her. "How do we even help her! Humans are super complicated and she isn't even a full human! Look at that lizard tail and stuff..." a worried fairy said. "I don't know, we could do tests, see what works, surely we can find a way to keep her body from breaking with time, right?" "I will do it." one suddenly said, picking up a shell filled with some sort of sparkly liquid. "I just need to open my mind to the mysteries of the world and I am sure the answer will come." "Yeah right... you always do that and you never come up with any answer! Are you... Ah! What is happening to you." The Faery for once didn't feel simply more energetic but actually felt an inspiration building up in her, the colors of her body and clothes drained until she was fully monochromatic in appearance. "In your great ambition, you have forgotten the simple answers of life, Witch. There is a paradox here that your weak mind is unable to see, I should not bother helping those who do not put an effort but your willpower impresses me. See, you need to learn a simple logic, it flees you because you are not allowing yourself to be flexible. Imagine you are going down a path, you carry berries on your hand which will feed you for a day, along that path you find a squash that will feed you for four days, if you wish to take that vegetable home, what must you do?" With that the faery returned to normal, shaking her head gently. "Gah.." The witch looked up. "I would... have to let go. To let go of what I have...?" she pondered aloud. Did that mean... The way forward was to let go of one of those types of mana? Could she do it? Could she tame her body to the point it was no longer a paradox? She always felt an affinity to the way the mana clung to her bones and flesh, all she had to do was to tame her own blood now. To fully dedicate herself to the pull she felt from the forces beneath the earth. [hider=Summary] Qullqiya gets taken to the void. She doesn't like it. She notices she can create a realm and does exactly that. Then, once bored, she notices she can still access her holy order and some mortals who pray for impossible things. With her supervision the following things are done: A particular type of flitterling (orchid mantises) can create tokens that can hold and transfer memories and emotions. (2 might) She transforms a Leon into a Human, making her a hero (1 might) She helps a witch to figure out the basics of becoming an Earthbound Witch. (2 might) [/hider] [hider=Might Summary] 2 DP: give Orchid Mantises Flitterlings the ability to create Tokens 1 DP: Create the hero Presia. Transmogrified I: This person is an animal transformed into a human. While mostly human, they possess instincts and sensory sensibilities akin to their original form. 2 DP: give Witches the ability to become Earthbound Witches [/hider]